I walked away on Thursday, but it wasn’t until Saturday that I remembered what I’d been missing.
Driving out to the shores of Florida, I watched in awe and in envy as kite surfers harnessed the wind to help them glide across the Gulf of Mexico on their boards. Immediately, kite surfing was added to my endless list of activities I must try.
Walking along the compacted white sand, I mourned the beautiful white jellyfish whose bodies lay across the shoreline.
As the day progressed, it all started coming back to me in tiny pieces. There is more to the world than what happens behind the walls of a corporation. How could I have forgotten?
Standing on a pier, I celebrated with women and men who were lucky enough to reel in a fish for their dinner.
I watched as a sea turtle surfaced for air.
I bought a sweet snow cone from a food truck to combat the warmth of the afternoon as I delicately danced around the topic of my daughter getting a tattoo.
As miserable as I’ve been, I guess I needed this. It has helped confirm that I got it right the first time around. Once upon a time, the corporate life may have been right for me, but it isn’t anymore. I’m now content when I’m left to my own devices and allowed to focus on my writing.